Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belize and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Fugs to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
Lyres,
Main Source,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.